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Jul. 8th, 2003 03:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinYanno, i don't even mind staying in the classroom for an extra 70 minutes if the students are really into the task. Today i didn't get out of class until nearly 1:45. Class is officially over at 12:30. i love what i do.
Maybe it's because i got to go for a swim today, everything is looking good. When Emerson was in the shop it was really difficult to get that swim in the morning when you have to be out of the house before 6. Especially when getting up is the most difficult part of the day.
Mother is worrying about the move. i swear she does it just to drive herself nutso. She and Daughter have been busy clearing out stuff and packing boxes and visiting St. Vincent DePaul for the past month. i think they have gone at least twice a week since the papers were signed. The movers are hired, Son is going to be over there on the day the movers come to pack. The move is going to happen nothing is going to stop it now. There is very little she has any control over any more about it. Aha! Lightbulb moment. Control. She has no more control about the move. There is nothing more she can do but let it happen, and that makes her nervous. Doesn't take a piece of the sky to fall on my head. Where did i come from? i'm beginning to think the only mother genes i have in me are the ones hanging in my closet. i told her i would keep my fingers crossed and think good thoughts. For all the good it will do her. But i said i would, and i will.
i have to get in touch with Auntie Nurse and get the new address. I think i'll send flowers to them on Tuesday, as a welcome to the new home present. Maybe that will soften them up and they will have all the boxes unpacked by the time i get there. It could happen?!?!?
Thursday night we are going out. Not for dinner. We haven't been out to socialize in a hundred years it seems. We are going over to G's to play Bunko. Not my most favorite type of entertainment, but it came at an opportune time. i was thinking this morning i would surely like to do something different. The group, i would guess, will be entirely vanilla, but who knows? i will probably know no one, Master should know most of the men, they will be people from work. It's likely i will be the only white female. It seems there is a contagious disease in this country. White American/ Canadian/ European males catch it. It happens because they think with the wrong head. It happens because Philippine women come to this country to work, but first and foremost to snag a husband. i know i sound prejudiced, i admit that i am.
It seems so unnecessary. i am the only white female in this apartment complex. Five buildings, the tallest ten stories, two apartments on a floor. The majority of men are American. They got some Philippina pregnant, and married her. Some have lasted, there is one couple who have a 12 year old child. Most won't make it out of this country as man and wife. G told me if his wife hadn't gotten pregnant, he never would have married her. Does that sound like the recipe for a lifelong relationship? And what happens to the child? Most of these guys i'd just like to shake and say don't think with your dick you dickhead.
i'm a bigot, but i'm a selective bigot. i only dislike Philippine women. i believe they are sneaky and conniving, and will do anything to get to the states. About a year ago, right after 9/11 a Philippina was accused, indicted and convicted of killing her Canadian husband for his insurance money. Funny her, she wasn't legally married to him, and even though the conviction was overturned, she didn't get any of the money. And she didn't get to go to Canada as the grieving widow. She got shipped back to PI. And her child is not welcomed in either country. He is truly a bastard.
Maybe it's because i got to go for a swim today, everything is looking good. When Emerson was in the shop it was really difficult to get that swim in the morning when you have to be out of the house before 6. Especially when getting up is the most difficult part of the day.
Mother is worrying about the move. i swear she does it just to drive herself nutso. She and Daughter have been busy clearing out stuff and packing boxes and visiting St. Vincent DePaul for the past month. i think they have gone at least twice a week since the papers were signed. The movers are hired, Son is going to be over there on the day the movers come to pack. The move is going to happen nothing is going to stop it now. There is very little she has any control over any more about it. Aha! Lightbulb moment. Control. She has no more control about the move. There is nothing more she can do but let it happen, and that makes her nervous. Doesn't take a piece of the sky to fall on my head. Where did i come from? i'm beginning to think the only mother genes i have in me are the ones hanging in my closet. i told her i would keep my fingers crossed and think good thoughts. For all the good it will do her. But i said i would, and i will.
i have to get in touch with Auntie Nurse and get the new address. I think i'll send flowers to them on Tuesday, as a welcome to the new home present. Maybe that will soften them up and they will have all the boxes unpacked by the time i get there. It could happen?!?!?
Thursday night we are going out. Not for dinner. We haven't been out to socialize in a hundred years it seems. We are going over to G's to play Bunko. Not my most favorite type of entertainment, but it came at an opportune time. i was thinking this morning i would surely like to do something different. The group, i would guess, will be entirely vanilla, but who knows? i will probably know no one, Master should know most of the men, they will be people from work. It's likely i will be the only white female. It seems there is a contagious disease in this country. White American/ Canadian/ European males catch it. It happens because they think with the wrong head. It happens because Philippine women come to this country to work, but first and foremost to snag a husband. i know i sound prejudiced, i admit that i am.
It seems so unnecessary. i am the only white female in this apartment complex. Five buildings, the tallest ten stories, two apartments on a floor. The majority of men are American. They got some Philippina pregnant, and married her. Some have lasted, there is one couple who have a 12 year old child. Most won't make it out of this country as man and wife. G told me if his wife hadn't gotten pregnant, he never would have married her. Does that sound like the recipe for a lifelong relationship? And what happens to the child? Most of these guys i'd just like to shake and say don't think with your dick you dickhead.
i'm a bigot, but i'm a selective bigot. i only dislike Philippine women. i believe they are sneaky and conniving, and will do anything to get to the states. About a year ago, right after 9/11 a Philippina was accused, indicted and convicted of killing her Canadian husband for his insurance money. Funny her, she wasn't legally married to him, and even though the conviction was overturned, she didn't get any of the money. And she didn't get to go to Canada as the grieving widow. She got shipped back to PI. And her child is not welcomed in either country. He is truly a bastard.
